Upstate New York, Monday Evening
K-Mart wasn't sure when it'd fallen to her to teach Tori to fight -- or to use a gun -- but she'd gotten both tasks since joining Chloe and the others in hiding a few months earlier. At the moment, they were working on fighting. Or they would be, if Tori wasn't stubbornly refusing to cooperate.
"Why should I learn from you?" Tori arched an eyebrow and folded her arms.
"Because it could mean the difference between life and death?" Or between living and getting the shit choked out of her by K-Mart, which was looking like something that was going to happen pretty damn quickly. K-Mart folded her arms and gave Tori the same expression in return. Tori might have been good at bitchface, but so was K-Mart.
"I already let you make me run each morning at ungodly hours," Tori said. "Why should I do more?"
K-Mart fought back an exasperated sigh. "Because you'd like to live. Jesus Christ, you're stubborn. Is that a hybrid thing or are you just lucky?" Savannah could be just as damn stubborn, though at least she listened to logic more. Most of the time, anyway.
"You're a nothing," Tori said. "You're nobody. You're not special like we are. You don't have abilities like we do."
K-Mart gave a biting smile. "I'm the best friend of Benicio Cortez's adopted granddaughter, which makes me the best friend of Sean Nast's little sister. You may be supernatural, but I'm the one with power here -- I have the resources of two Cabals at my hands, essentially." Moreso the Cortezes then the Nasts, but she wasn't going to go into that. It wasn't any of Tori's business.
Tori paled slightly. "Got any ties to the Boyds or the St. Clouds while you're at it?"
K-Mart shook her head slightly. "Don't need them," she said. "The Cortezes are really all I need. And oh, did we forget to mention the part where Savannah's resurrected-by-the-Fates mother is also a Cortez ward?" As long as she was throwing around her supernatural connections, she might as well go all out.
"Bwuh?" was Tori's eloquent response.
"I thought that might get you to shut up," K-Mart said as she adjusted her ponytail. "Now, are we going to do this or do I need to start making some calls?" She figured that might put the fear of God into Tori a little more than the previous day's threat of tossing her through a portal to Timbuktu had.
"I still don't get why you know this stuff," Tori grumbled, even as she shifted into a fighting stance.
"I spent half my formative years running from zombies and living off of whatever we could find," K-Mart said. "Even with your childhood being what it's been, you've still had a better one than I ever could have had. You played with dolls, I hid from zombies." She shrugged. "I had some very good teachers, though. They made sure that us kids in the caravan knew how to defend ourselves."
Tori's response was to take a swing at K-Mart, the way K-Mart had been trying to teach her to for the better part of two hours.
K-Mart saw it coming and ducked just in time. She'd let Tori land a few shots, in the name of learning how to defend herself, but she wasn't going to make it easy for the other girl.
Somehow she didn't think Tori would want that.
(Narrative-y thing is narrative-y.)
"Why should I learn from you?" Tori arched an eyebrow and folded her arms.
"Because it could mean the difference between life and death?" Or between living and getting the shit choked out of her by K-Mart, which was looking like something that was going to happen pretty damn quickly. K-Mart folded her arms and gave Tori the same expression in return. Tori might have been good at bitchface, but so was K-Mart.
"I already let you make me run each morning at ungodly hours," Tori said. "Why should I do more?"
K-Mart fought back an exasperated sigh. "Because you'd like to live. Jesus Christ, you're stubborn. Is that a hybrid thing or are you just lucky?" Savannah could be just as damn stubborn, though at least she listened to logic more. Most of the time, anyway.
"You're a nothing," Tori said. "You're nobody. You're not special like we are. You don't have abilities like we do."
K-Mart gave a biting smile. "I'm the best friend of Benicio Cortez's adopted granddaughter, which makes me the best friend of Sean Nast's little sister. You may be supernatural, but I'm the one with power here -- I have the resources of two Cabals at my hands, essentially." Moreso the Cortezes then the Nasts, but she wasn't going to go into that. It wasn't any of Tori's business.
Tori paled slightly. "Got any ties to the Boyds or the St. Clouds while you're at it?"
K-Mart shook her head slightly. "Don't need them," she said. "The Cortezes are really all I need. And oh, did we forget to mention the part where Savannah's resurrected-by-the-Fates mother is also a Cortez ward?" As long as she was throwing around her supernatural connections, she might as well go all out.
"Bwuh?" was Tori's eloquent response.
"I thought that might get you to shut up," K-Mart said as she adjusted her ponytail. "Now, are we going to do this or do I need to start making some calls?" She figured that might put the fear of God into Tori a little more than the previous day's threat of tossing her through a portal to Timbuktu had.
"I still don't get why you know this stuff," Tori grumbled, even as she shifted into a fighting stance.
"I spent half my formative years running from zombies and living off of whatever we could find," K-Mart said. "Even with your childhood being what it's been, you've still had a better one than I ever could have had. You played with dolls, I hid from zombies." She shrugged. "I had some very good teachers, though. They made sure that us kids in the caravan knew how to defend ourselves."
Tori's response was to take a swing at K-Mart, the way K-Mart had been trying to teach her to for the better part of two hours.
K-Mart saw it coming and ducked just in time. She'd let Tori land a few shots, in the name of learning how to defend herself, but she wasn't going to make it easy for the other girl.
Somehow she didn't think Tori would want that.
(Narrative-y thing is narrative-y.)